[(intro ]2x) F#m  

    F#m               C#m     E 
You want two heads on your body 
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And you've got two mirrors in your hand. 
B5                    A          C#m                A 
  Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick 
         G            A             C#m        F#m 
and your nose is too small for this land. 

A 
Inside your head is your town 
A 
inside your room your jail 
A 
inside your mouth the elephant’s trunk and booze 
A                    F#m 
the only key to your bail 

 F#m                 C#m   E 
Two heads can be put together. 
    F#m                    E 
And you can fill both your feet with sand. 
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  No one will know you've gutted your mind 
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 but what will you do with your bloody hands? 

A 
Your lions are fighting with chairs, 
A 
your arms are incredibly fat; 
A 
Your women are tired of dying alive 
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if you've had any women at that. 

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Wearing your comb like an ax in your head 
F#m            E 
List'ning for signs of life; 
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  Children are sucking on stone and lead 
    G              A            C#m               F#m 
 And chasing their hoops with a knife; 

A 
New breasts and jewels for the girl, 
A 
Keep them polished and shining; 
A 
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life, 
A               F#m 
For no child of mine.